Another person with the same accent, older and over forty years old, said, "I'm going to Daxiangguo Temple when I look at it. Could it be that where will I go to the market tonight? Or is there any good juggling? Now the Lantern Festival has not passed early, so why don't there be a lantern festival?"

Several of their companions were interested: "Call the store and ask..."

"What are you calling the store to do? Or the chef just now still has charm and calls the chef out to ask..." Several people laughed and made a fuss.

The old merchant looked at his son and looked eager. He knew that young people like this were the most curious, but also the most greedy for freshness. He had such a big deal at home and had almost finished pawning the family's money and decorations. He finally went out this far and went to Tokyo to do business. Thinking about how much suffering his child suffered with him along the way, he felt soft. Thinking about giving him a chance to go out to play, even if he spent some money, he recognized it.

He asked, "Shopkeeper, what's so lively about Daxiangguo Temple? Is there a lantern festival tonight?"

The shop next to him smiled and said, "These are not going to Daxiangguo Temple, and what is the lantern festival? If you go to the Crystal Palace to take a look, you may not want to see that lantern festival in the future!" He was very arrogant in his words.

"So, we really want to go and see the fun!" After hearing what the store said, several people became more and more curious.

"Crystal Palace? What is that place?" Several merchants have been traveling to Tokyo City, but they have never heard of such a place.

The shop owner said proudly: "This is the Taoist Palace built by the newly enthroned Tianshi by our official family. It is called the Crystal Palace. In fact, the Taoist Palace is inlaid with large pieces of transparent crystals, just like a transparent one. In addition, there are various colors of lights inside, emitting light. This makes the entire crystal palace colorful and not the atmosphere of the world!"

When several merchants heard what the store said, they were all skeptical: "Where is such a large piece of crystal in the world that can build the Palace of Chengdao, but they have to see the lively things..."

The shop owner hurriedly recited: "The Three Qings are here, and when you go to the Crystal Palace, you will worship devoutly, not to join in the fun. The Heavenly Master has endless magic power. Just a few senior brothers around him are all gods descending to earth. Last time, the monks from the Daxiangguo Temple wanted to fight with the Heavenly Master. The entire Zen sing was dispatched. The Buddha sound was lingering, and hundreds of music monks sang together at the door of Shangfu's mansion every day. As a result, the Heavenly Master was annoyed and directly put the sound of the ghost prison at the entrance of the Daxiangguo Temple... During those days, most of the Tokyo City, whether it was day and night, the Buddhist music sang by the monk and the magic sound released by the Heavenly Master. What happened..."

The store owner kept a secret, and one of them said smartly: "It must be the monk who won. Buddhism has the effect of subduing demons. Of course, the monks of Daxiangguo Temple won!"

The youngest merchant said, "It must be that the monks won, otherwise the store would not have talked about Crystal Palace to us with relish!"

After hearing this, the shopper stretched out a thumb and praised: "Although this guest is young, his knowledge is not bad. It's good. After only three days, the monks in the Zen singing voices were hoarse. The demonic sounds played by the Tianshi bombed the Daxiangguo Temple for more than ten days."

He said, shrank his neck and shivered, and looked a little unbearable to look back: "For twelve hours a day, there were all the sounds of ghosts and howlings. Even the shop can be heard clearly. In those days, let alone the shop, even most people in Tokyo did not sleep well."

Several Hebei merchants looked at each other and asked weakly: "Is there no one taking care of it?"

"Who dares to manage it? Tianshi is the Shangfu of our official family! Does Shangfu know? It's Jiang Ziya, the one who assisted the Zhou Dynasty for 800 years. Tianshi is Jiang Ziya of our Song Dynasty! In those days, the official family hid in the deep palace, and they couldn't sleep well. Every day, they looked listless and their eyes turned blue... And then, Xianggong Cai, do you know? He was also not far from Daxiangguo Temple. He couldn't stand the noise from the demon voice, so he simply presented the house to Tianshi and built the Shenxiao Heavenly Palace. Every way he did, he had to move a seat and find another new residence..."

As he said this, several merchants were very awe-inspiring, and their contempt for the pretentiousness they had just watched the fun was immediately suppressed and turned into awe. However, the young man asked a little out of place: "So, this should be a demon. He makes some demon sounds crying and howling every day, and I think he is not a good person..."

As soon as he said that his father, the older merchant, suddenly changed his face and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense... The store owner, the child is ignorant and said the wrong thing. I hope you..."

The shopkeeper shook his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay. You just don't know. Our Heavenly Master, helping the poor and the needy, has endless magic power. No matter how serious the disease is, it can be cured in front of the Heavenly Master. And it's good to treat people, especially respect loyal ministers and filial sons. The ones you hate the most are those who are unkind and commit crimes."

He paused and said, "Some time ago, the unscrupulous unscrupulous merchants from the grain trade association jointly sacked the market and hoarded the goods. As a result, many people in Tokyo could not eat. When Tianshi found out, he directly converted millions of kilograms of grain. They were all snow-white rice and white flour, and sold them to the people of Tokyo very cheaply. Helping everyone get through such difficulties, then he asked the officials to arrest all the unscrupulous grain traders. Especially the one who was in the first week of the business, and with his parents, was directly sent to the ghost prison to suffer!"

The young man suddenly asked, "The Heavenly Master has such great magic power and generates so much food. Why don't he distribute it to the people for free and collect money?"

The shopkeeper said in a sarcastic manner: "See what you said, the grain was also borrowed by the Master of Heaven from the Dragon King in the sea. It will be returned to the Dragon King in the future... Do you think that this grain fell directly from the sky? If so, the people in the world would not have to farm, just wait for the food to fall from the sky!"

The elderly merchant scolded his son a few more words, telling him not to talk nonsense. However, he said, "In this way, this Heavenly Master is really compassionate and beneficial to the people!"

This sounds nice, and the shop owner's face calmed down and said, "Of course, there is a woman in the neighborhood next door who has a corpse disease and is as thin as skinny as if she is skinny. His son is a filial son. He insisted on the day when the official family personally invited the Tianshi to the city, and stopped the imperial guards." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!